Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 113058 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 565(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 377(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113058 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 565(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 377(@300wpm)
“Oh,” she gasped, grinding against him. “Oh yes…yes, please, my Lord Need!”
Gods, he could feel her soft little pussy stretching to accommodate him, throbbing all around his fingers! He didn’t know what she’d been given at that damn Academy of hers, but whatever it was, it was certainly working—the girl was in a bad way.
“Quiet, girl,” he warned her, his voice hoarse as he felt his cock throbbing in his flight leathers. “We don’t need company just now.”
“Yes, my Lord,” she whispered, biting her lip. “Only could you…could you move a bit? In…inside me, I mean?” Her cheeks were flushed with shame as she made the request but clearly she couldn’t help herself.
“Can I fuck you, do you mean?” Need asked roughly. He knew he shouldn’t be doing this—shouldn’t be breaking his vow not to touch her. But he couldn’t seem to help himself—not when the girl so obviously needed him.
Her blush grew even darker and she lowered her eyes in embarrassment.
“If my Lord would rather not—”
“No, I don’t mind, girl,” Need said roughly. “Only tell me what you want.”
“I…I hardly know myself,” she admitted, looking up at him with those gorgeous, gold-flecked eyes. “I have never…never had these needs before.”
“Do you need me to thrust inside you?” Need asked, clarifying. “That’s fucking, girl. Finger-fucking, anyway,” he added, wishing it was his shaft inside her instead of his first and middle fingers.
“I…I think that might help. Help with the…the pain,” she admitted, nodding. “Maybe…if you could just try it?”
“Here,” Need growled and withdrew his fingers only to thrust them deeply once more into her tight virgin channel. Then he did it again… and again and again.
It seemed to be exactly what Lan’ara needed. With a low moan, she threw back her head and pumped her hips, catching his rhythm and doing some thrusting of her own. Before long Need could tell she was getting close. Her breathing became deep and ragged and her hands were clenching into fists as she braced herself against the walls on either side of the narrow stall.
Her breasts were full of the nectar again—it was beading at the tips of her nipples and leaking down the undersides of her creamy brown mounds in shiny trails.
On impulse, Need leaned over and captured one ripe peak between his lips. He sucked deeply as he continued to pump. At the same time he rubbed the pad of his thumb over her throbbing clit, giving Lan’ara the stimulation she seemed to so desperately need as she worked herself against his invading fingers.
“Oh!” he heard her moaning as he sucked first one nipple and then the other, tasting her honey-sweet nectar flowing over his tongue as her pussy drenched his hand with her juices. “Oh, my Lord Need—yes…yes!”
Gods, she was gorgeous when she came, he thought distractedly. But she was moaning much too loudly. The last thing he wanted was for that bastard of a Trollox to hear them and come out to investigate.
He let her ripe nipple slip from his lips and captured her mouth with his own instead, eagerly swallowing her cries.
The kiss seemed to catch Lan’ara off-guard at first, but then she leaned into it, kissing back with inexpert eagerness that betrayed her inexperience as well as her desire.
Gods, her mouth was sweet! Dimly, Need knew he shouldn’t be doing this. It was one thing to help the girl out with her pain, but quite another to actually kiss her. It was going too far—getting in too deep. And yet he couldn’t seem to stop.
He kissed her deeply, claiming her mouth even as he stroked in and out of her pussy with his fingers and stroked and tugged her ripe nipples with his other hand. He could feel her honey flowing everywhere—from her tight little tips and between her thighs. It made him yearn to go to his knees before her and lap at her creamy pussy until she called his name again.
But that would be going too far, Need told himself. Getting in so deep it would be terribly hard to get out again. If he tasted her pussy, he would want to bite her thigh and inject her with his essence. And if he injected his essence, he would want to Claim her and bond her to him. He couldn’t do that—not if he really expected to let her go.
And he had to let her go.
That was the thought that made him finally break the kiss and step back from her. She had finished coming, though he could still feel her inner muscles spasming around his invading fingers. Her breasts were heaving with her ragged breaths. They had stopped leaking their nectar, though a shining droplet still gleamed on each nipple. She looked up at him with heavy-lidded eyes.
“Thank you, my Lord,” she whispered, still panting a little. “For…for helping me with my…my pain.”